Crumbling Empires (a poem)

locked inside, i forget myself

empires I’ve built have

crumbled like castles

made of sand

i can’t stand this forever

monotony & uncertainty

violent, crashing waves

appearing on screens

yet ever so still

symphonies of madness

with devil-eyed maestros

foaming from sad mouths

(Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash)

Serenity (a poem)

we talk about serenity

but I’m not sure what we mean

there have been times

I was serene

but it’s few and far between

I want it to be a permanent state

of being

an emotion that stretches into

the future, forever

but that’s impossible

like asking to control the weather

so, as days go by

& I grow older

I hope I grow wiser, too

settle for serene moments

instead of reaching for something

that’s beyond my feeble grip

(Photo by Eric Muhr on Unsplash)

The Eve of the Funeral (a poem)

On the eve of the funeral, there was a knot in my stomach –

his death was so sudden

a Friday night phone call + he’s gone forever

I felt panic, a wave of grief that threatened to demolish me

my sister stepped into the summer night + screamed

a primal shout that began long years of healing.

(Photo by Richard Burlton on Unsplash)